muse_playground August
71.08) If finding love is just a dance - proximity and chance - you will excuse me if I skip the masquerade. ~ The Eagles -- Waiting In The Weeds
Then I'm walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?
- Cher, 'Walking in Memphis'
The movement of his hand was caught in her peripheral vision, so brief that Scully thought she might have imagined it, but lifted her eyes to make certain as if compelled to do so by an unquieted urge. It hadn't been her imagination, nor was it a fabricated illusion when he pulled her from her chair and to her feet, into his arms and along with the rhythm of the music. It was a song she had heard before and never paid any real mind to, one with lyrics catchy enough to merit recalling but nothing more significant than something from a fond college memory.
In their years together they had never danced before, not because there had been a lack of want to but because time and circumstance had never opened themselves up to permit it. Of all places and times, their first dance would fall at some place like this, at a concert where a disfigured creature in awe of human emotion and tenderness had been invited, too, to dance by the performer herself, in the beginnings of his own dream coming true.
Mulder's eyes were smiling the same way his lips had curved to do, and for a moment Scully found herself wondering what else might have started tonight, but before she could pursue the thought further it was lost in the music.
From that night on, she would never forget the lyrics again.